I’ve never been able to define love.The romantic concept of love is our BS…mostly.
For me,love is characterised by selflessness (but not always).The ability to put someone else’s needs before your own.Love comes from the most unexpected places.Like, doing the laundry, cleaning the bathroom,sharing the load.
It’s nice to know that others,like yourself,are not afraid to ask what love is.
I read something once that said:
Love is the absence of Fear.
Fear is the absence of Love.
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Captivating .. and most original .. I was hooked and played fairly and squarely from one end to the very other .. Indeed, I am glad I felt compelled to check in & stop by .. All Good Things and write on brother M.E .. Neville 😎👍

It’s pieces like this gives food for thought, they seem to relate and then they don’t. Tight work dude

I do enjoy the back-and-forth of a conversation. The last line made me say, “Aww.”

Well written M.E The story was compelling and lovely in it’s delivery. Great job

Cleverly penned, ME. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like that! Indeed it was both best and worst times. Thank you so much! “)

This is much different than mainstream and I like it. Well written.

This feels like intimacy remembered through frost — awkward, tender, human as hell.
The beauty is in the fractures: jokes, longing, missed timing, love that never quite learned how to land.
Quietly devastating, and honest enough to sting.

It’s good to to be able to keep up with site developments, thanks again Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Great info Fia. Thanks!

Thanks, Fia. You keep us all well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Very cool

This has a rhythm to it that makes it feel like it belongs in a song. Nice

Powerful and poignant.

Powerfully penned, Keith. I concur with Fia & Mary this has a lyrical feel my friend. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks Mary. You kick ass!

Cool. I’ll be waiting.

A shadow-born whisper, the phrase itself feels like a seed of myth, half curse, half invocation, sprouting in the dark soil of secrecy. A living emblem of power and paradox… The serpent coils around the hidden flame, a covenant etched in shadows and bone, from silence it blooms, a forbidden crown.

This is such a heartfelt plea. I felt this.

Powerfully penned, Keith. I agree with Fia, this is a heartfelt plea, or a confession possibly. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian